Judge — May 5, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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e) Uw GANG THe Mh ov" ie was sleeping soundly I well cushioned F seat until the title “C Ferreol, you are an off gentleman” flashed on the screen and startled me into conscious- ness and I gazed about me in time to see the ushers carry out the quivering forms of droves of maidens who had passed out at this rousing climax in Mr. Men- jou's latest picture, “A Night of Mystery It was based on a Sardou play, according to the program, but there was nothing mysterious about it—you knew the dapper Captain would not disgrace a woman whom he had once hon- ored with his attentions and you knew very well he would be spared suicide at the last moment and that eventually his fiancée would be given the privilege of stepping into his arms. You knew these things even though a big league collection of ex-play- wrights, dra critics and artists succeeded in giving the job a smooth finish, because from the start it had the uninspiring stamp of being just other movie built to give all the girls a “aptain ‘rand a BY PARE LORENTZ Ze. The Movie Guide (Treo Performances Daily Shows) —Bovine Bavarian story of Mackree” (Times Square)—Bar ronen “Street Anget* (Globe) —Reviewed in this issue, “Tred Wherever it is, it's the terioe)—The inlefatigable fying picture. Worth seeing (Continuous Shows Only) ed in this ine, Beooklyn}—Charbe Brooklyn) —The finest the year, by the director of the Big e)—Emil Jannings Reviewed in this Sef (Onden)—Wiliamn Haines doing An interesting picture of two (Loew's, gees native in her best effort. ty dlarald Leyd with some old and glimpse of Mr. Menjou wearing some slick uniforms and some sad expressions. “A Night of Mystery” at no time after the first fifteen minutes was interesting or dramatic and when I came into the office I spent some time sneering at the young ladies of the land who will get such a thrill out of that lovely tribute to their hero: “an officer and a gentleman.” “Well, what's wrong with that?” broke in the young woman who helps me at the office, as the saying is. “Didn't he look like an officer?” “Absolutely!” “Well, and doesn’t Mr. Men- jou always act like a gentle- man “Yes—but—" “Well, don't you go around criticizing that picture just be- uppens to act like an offi a gentleman!” “AML right, all right.” “That's the trouble critics: you’ re just j of the tim “AU right, Miss Smith. I managed to get my hat unnoticed. “And it won't do American womanhood any harm to n about officers and gentlemen somewhere, even if it is only at the movies.” “AIL right!" This time I ducked under the desk and reached the doorway. “There's just one thing I want to say before I leave, Miss Smith.” I managed to interrupt. “I think your logic is simply marvelous. (I'll bet you could make more money right now as a (Continued on page 25) with you pus most Our Emma’s efforts to reduce were so successful that little Tootle tried to take her leg out in the garden to bury it. comicbooks.com